'Fated'
Good Evening,
Fellow Readers and Authors, I hope you are all well, and enjoying this, the last weekend before Christmas.
My thoughts are with those of you who are travelling home at this time of year, wherever that may be in this world.
I watch the news on a daily basis, and here in the United Kingdom, it would seem that we are in for more bad weather. Flights will no doubt be delayed, and road conditions are undoubtedly most likely to worsen.
There are those who will, I am sure, face the rigors of inclement weather, before they arrive home with loved ones, safe and well. My thoughts are with you all.
My own journey home to see family, started on Friday. Vera2 and I fortunately had an uneventful journey back to West Sussex. This week marked a bittersweet farewell as I said goodbye to my dear friends in Hampshire.
There’s always a certain poignancy in goodbyes, especially at this time of year. They were softened by the anticipation of Christmas with my family in Sussex, and the knowledge that we will see one another again in the New Year.
It was this evening, my youngest son, now in his mid-thirties, and my grandson, joined me for a Christmas dinner in a local pub. We had a delightful meal, and the ambience was clearly warming as the staff, and patrons alike, were clearly in the festive spirit.
At the end of the evening, I asked the waitress who had attended our table, for the bill. It was then my son and I played the game of guess the lady’s accent. When she spoke to us during the evening, it was quite clear she did not come from Sussex.
Various options were offered up by myself and my son. I suggested she was from the Ukraine, whilst my son suggest Poland.
Finally, when the bill was presented, we popped the question. Neither of us were even close. Our waitress informed us that she was in fact from Slovakia.
As I left, one of those fated moments in life came to visit me. The waitress beamed a smile, and wished me a Happy Christmas. I wished her the same, and as I turned to leave, I hesitated, and I asked for her name.
The moment reminded me of Humphrey Bogart in the film Casablanca – “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”
The ladies name was ‘Vera’.
On the note, I wish each and every one of you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year. Enjoy the company of your family, and friends at this special time of year.
I have added some links below as usual, where I share a selection of photographs, and designs from the past week.
Please take a look.
Link – https://tinyurl.com/8ap9ys2j
Link – https://tinyurl.com/56teedvp
Link – https://tinyurl.com/5xnj52ke
It’s now Saturday 20.55 pm GMT. I will sign off for now.
May I offer our sincere thanks once again, to those of you adding one of the ‘Our Blue Orange’ series to your bookshelves over the week.
Thank you for your support, it is much appreciated.
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
Fellow Readers and Authors, I hope you are all well, and enjoying this, the last weekend before Christmas.
My thoughts are with those of you who are travelling home at this time of year, wherever that may be in this world.
I watch the news on a daily basis, and here in the United Kingdom, it would seem that we are in for more bad weather. Flights will no doubt be delayed, and road conditions are undoubtedly most likely to worsen.
There are those who will, I am sure, face the rigors of inclement weather, before they arrive home with loved ones, safe and well. My thoughts are with you all.
My own journey home to see family, started on Friday. Vera2 and I fortunately had an uneventful journey back to West Sussex. This week marked a bittersweet farewell as I said goodbye to my dear friends in Hampshire.
There’s always a certain poignancy in goodbyes, especially at this time of year. They were softened by the anticipation of Christmas with my family in Sussex, and the knowledge that we will see one another again in the New Year.
It was this evening, my youngest son, now in his mid-thirties, and my grandson, joined me for a Christmas dinner in a local pub. We had a delightful meal, and the ambience was clearly warming as the staff, and patrons alike, were clearly in the festive spirit.
At the end of the evening, I asked the waitress who had attended our table, for the bill. It was then my son and I played the game of guess the lady’s accent. When she spoke to us during the evening, it was quite clear she did not come from Sussex.
Various options were offered up by myself and my son. I suggested she was from the Ukraine, whilst my son suggest Poland.
Finally, when the bill was presented, we popped the question. Neither of us were even close. Our waitress informed us that she was in fact from Slovakia.
As I left, one of those fated moments in life came to visit me. The waitress beamed a smile, and wished me a Happy Christmas. I wished her the same, and as I turned to leave, I hesitated, and I asked for her name.
The moment reminded me of Humphrey Bogart in the film Casablanca – “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”
The ladies name was ‘Vera’.
On the note, I wish each and every one of you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year. Enjoy the company of your family, and friends at this special time of year.
I have added some links below as usual, where I share a selection of photographs, and designs from the past week.
Please take a look.
Link – https://tinyurl.com/8ap9ys2j
Link – https://tinyurl.com/56teedvp
Link – https://tinyurl.com/5xnj52ke
It’s now Saturday 20.55 pm GMT. I will sign off for now.
May I offer our sincere thanks once again, to those of you adding one of the ‘Our Blue Orange’ series to your bookshelves over the week.
Thank you for your support, it is much appreciated.
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
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